Invader Zim: Aliens Can't Exist (Dib/Zim, Membrane) Rated PG-13
Title: Aliens Cannot Exist (And I’ll Tell You Why…)
Author: uh_oh_shuffle
prompt-in-a-box: Round #81
Prompt #?: "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible"
Word Count: 1166 words.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight mention of possible rape, slash - human/alien, language
Fandom: Invader Zim
Pairing/Character: Dib/Zim, Membrane
Summary: HE wanted to get rid of him so it wouldn’t hurt. Membrane didn’t want to hurt either.
Timeline:
Author's Note: Haven’t written in a while…using this to get back into the swing of things. Stream of conscious coming your way.
"Dad? How did you know Mom was the one?" Or is this a stupid question to ask a scientist?
"Why, son! I've been waiting a long time for you or your sister to ask me that! …I expected it wouldn't be you sister - So I am prepared to give you all the information you need, son!" I'll try not to be embarrassed by that last comment.
"Uh…okay. So how did someone like you, know he had fallen for another person?"
"That was the easiest discovery of my life…"
"Damnit, Dad!" I threw a beaker at the defenseless prick, "Why won't you listen to me?! Why won't ANYONE listen to me?!" The taller scientist continued writing on his electronic clipboard. The small attack hadn't done anything to him. No pain, no anger - nothing got through to him.
Not much every did. Maybe Dib was just bitter.
"ANSWER ME!!" Dib's fist hit the cold steel like a rock - powerful, contained.
"I will tell you the same thing I always tell you, Son." Don't you dare say it. "Aliens do not exist. And that foreign child in your class is not an extraterrestrial. The mere thought of your wacky…"
"THE MERE THOUGHT? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!" He never got like Dib. He never demonstrated his anger, his pain, through "fucks" and violence. He had science for that.
"If this is the way you choose to behave, then you need to leave my lab, Son!" Dib felt every vein pop.
His bones melted inside of him, hardening back into cement. His father turned around, dropping the clipboard and leaning over a few stray wires protruding from a metallic cylinder. He thought it was over now.
"You…you son of a bitch!" Dib flipped, "He IS an alien! I've shown you proof time and time again!"
"All theories - no real facts."
"He has green skin and no ears or nose - what kind of skin condition exists that causes any of that?" The professor cleared his throat.
…What nerve did that strike?
"New diseases and illnesses appear every day, Son." No grandiose tone in his words.
"How convenient for Zim that it makes him look exactly like the most stereotypical alien you could ever see!" A small smile, simple but nowhere near innocent, spread thinly.
"Yes, just like he walked out of an old film…"
"And the blood analysis I sent you? Was that anything but fact, Father?"
Taking a long deep breath, reminiscing with swiftness in his head, the professor leaned back.
"…."
"…um, Dad?"
"When I met your mother…" His shielded eyes looked to the ceiling, breaking through them, "I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her." Dib rocked on his feet - it couldn't be that simple. "And, even though my latest discovery was filled with contradictions, and I knew a battle was waiting to break me down and drag me through the dirt…I wanted the rest of my life to start as soon as possible."
"Really?" He couldn't see his smile, but Dib knew it was there.
"So long as your mother was there."
"A misunderstanding." There was a hitch.
"I gave you PICTURES. PICTURES, DAD."
"I don't recall any photo-"
"Hard to forget - they were of an ALIEN," the professor dropped the device in his hands, fingers gripping the table as he tried to breathe, "And ALIEN burning in the rain!" Both hearts stopped. "Oh, wait! That must be part of his skin condition, right?!"
"Pictures can be altered-"
"Not since you created a scanner that can authenticate a photograph."
"Yes…but, that green child is nothing more than eccentric, with his…alien costume…"
"THAT ISN'T THE COSTUME, DAD! THE ANTENNAS ARE ATTACHED!"
"No, they cannot be…" Why is he faltering?
"HIS EYES ARE AS RED AS BLOOD - WHILE HIS BLOOD IS A PURPLE GOO!"
"Stop saying that…"
"Why?!" Dib laughed, "Can't handle my behavior, Daddy?"
"Stop…just…STOP!" Two mighty fists slammed against the cold steel again. A few beats passed. Dib bit his tongue, tears rolling down.
His cheeks grew red and wet. How could this be?
Those playful antennas.
Those gorgeous red orbs.
He had such soft skin, for an alien. And even softer lips. He tasted like honeysuckles. Dib could make out all the sweets the other had devoured that day in-between nips and licks.
Zim was Dib's high. He could spend the rest of his life with the stubborn green shorty. Heh…he was still shorty than Dib. So cute.
But…he can't. He…his grip on those slim wrists tightens before they loosen. Zim opens his eyes, both of their tears mixed on his deepening face - burning. Smoking. Dib stood up, untwisting their legs. The small body shook below him, wondering what he had been doing to him.
Maybe he really could have…but not after he fucked up like this.
Dib thought he finally did it. He finally broke the genius in front of him, because when he called his "foreign friend" an alien again…
"He cannot be an alien, Son."
"Why? Because that would make me right for once?"
"Because if he were an alien I would have to dissect him and I'll be DAMNED if I cut open my only son's heart!" Dib was confused. He understood…but he must have been wrong. "Don't you see that?"
"…what the hell do you mean?" His powerful demeanor fell, leaving behind a boy in need.
"You talk about him constantly. You never sounded as happy as you do when you say his name. Just listen to it in your head, Son…" Zim.
My Zim.
"I know that feeling. You're frighteningly different - not in a bad way. There is a purpose to your steps. There is a reason to keep moving forward." H never turned around. "Before Zim…you woke up in the morning with such disappointment in the world. In yourself."
"……"
"You love Zim."
"…No…I want the world to know what he is…"
"You want to believe that." The white coat turned around, slowly - fearfully. "Don't deny those feelings…if I had I never would have made it."
Why is he saying all this? Why does he have to?
"Dad. I…" Silence, "I already screwed it up."
"Then fix it." Just a few long strides and father and son were close enough to touch. "Aliens are not real. Because I will not torture and maim the love of my little boy's life." He didn't need to remove those glasses, because Dib knew he was staring right into his soul. Imprinting his words as deep as he could.
He was denying the greatest find of Human history…for Dib. His heart pounded, his limbs quivered. The professor adored Zim, and was actually…happy - dare he say…proud - because of his disappointing paranormal-loving son.
A silence filled the space between them, only gentle vibes echoed off the pair as amber eyes looked up.
There it is. The professor mused.
"Dad? Don't let me mess this up."
Author: uh_oh_shuffle
prompt-in-a-box: Round #81
Prompt #?: "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible"
Word Count: 1166 words.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight mention of possible rape, slash - human/alien, language
Fandom: Invader Zim
Pairing/Character: Dib/Zim, Membrane
Summary: HE wanted to get rid of him so it wouldn’t hurt. Membrane didn’t want to hurt either.
Timeline:
Author's Note: Haven’t written in a while…using this to get back into the swing of things. Stream of conscious coming your way.
"Dad? How did you know Mom was the one?" Or is this a stupid question to ask a scientist?
"Why, son! I've been waiting a long time for you or your sister to ask me that! …I expected it wouldn't be you sister - So I am prepared to give you all the information you need, son!" I'll try not to be embarrassed by that last comment.
"Uh…okay. So how did someone like you, know he had fallen for another person?"
"That was the easiest discovery of my life…"
"Damnit, Dad!" I threw a beaker at the defenseless prick, "Why won't you listen to me?! Why won't ANYONE listen to me?!" The taller scientist continued writing on his electronic clipboard. The small attack hadn't done anything to him. No pain, no anger - nothing got through to him.
Not much every did. Maybe Dib was just bitter.
"ANSWER ME!!" Dib's fist hit the cold steel like a rock - powerful, contained.
"I will tell you the same thing I always tell you, Son." Don't you dare say it. "Aliens do not exist. And that foreign child in your class is not an extraterrestrial. The mere thought of your wacky…"
"THE MERE THOUGHT? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!" He never got like Dib. He never demonstrated his anger, his pain, through "fucks" and violence. He had science for that.
"If this is the way you choose to behave, then you need to leave my lab, Son!" Dib felt every vein pop.
His bones melted inside of him, hardening back into cement. His father turned around, dropping the clipboard and leaning over a few stray wires protruding from a metallic cylinder. He thought it was over now.
"You…you son of a bitch!" Dib flipped, "He IS an alien! I've shown you proof time and time again!"
"All theories - no real facts."
"He has green skin and no ears or nose - what kind of skin condition exists that causes any of that?" The professor cleared his throat.
…What nerve did that strike?
"New diseases and illnesses appear every day, Son." No grandiose tone in his words.
"How convenient for Zim that it makes him look exactly like the most stereotypical alien you could ever see!" A small smile, simple but nowhere near innocent, spread thinly.
"Yes, just like he walked out of an old film…"
"And the blood analysis I sent you? Was that anything but fact, Father?"
Taking a long deep breath, reminiscing with swiftness in his head, the professor leaned back.
"…."
"…um, Dad?"
"When I met your mother…" His shielded eyes looked to the ceiling, breaking through them, "I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her." Dib rocked on his feet - it couldn't be that simple. "And, even though my latest discovery was filled with contradictions, and I knew a battle was waiting to break me down and drag me through the dirt…I wanted the rest of my life to start as soon as possible."
"Really?" He couldn't see his smile, but Dib knew it was there.
"So long as your mother was there."
"A misunderstanding." There was a hitch.
"I gave you PICTURES. PICTURES, DAD."
"I don't recall any photo-"
"Hard to forget - they were of an ALIEN," the professor dropped the device in his hands, fingers gripping the table as he tried to breathe, "And ALIEN burning in the rain!" Both hearts stopped. "Oh, wait! That must be part of his skin condition, right?!"
"Pictures can be altered-"
"Not since you created a scanner that can authenticate a photograph."
"Yes…but, that green child is nothing more than eccentric, with his…alien costume…"
"THAT ISN'T THE COSTUME, DAD! THE ANTENNAS ARE ATTACHED!"
"No, they cannot be…" Why is he faltering?
"HIS EYES ARE AS RED AS BLOOD - WHILE HIS BLOOD IS A PURPLE GOO!"
"Stop saying that…"
"Why?!" Dib laughed, "Can't handle my behavior, Daddy?"
"Stop…just…STOP!" Two mighty fists slammed against the cold steel again. A few beats passed. Dib bit his tongue, tears rolling down.
His cheeks grew red and wet. How could this be?
Those playful antennas.
Those gorgeous red orbs.
He had such soft skin, for an alien. And even softer lips. He tasted like honeysuckles. Dib could make out all the sweets the other had devoured that day in-between nips and licks.
Zim was Dib's high. He could spend the rest of his life with the stubborn green shorty. Heh…he was still shorty than Dib. So cute.
But…he can't. He…his grip on those slim wrists tightens before they loosen. Zim opens his eyes, both of their tears mixed on his deepening face - burning. Smoking. Dib stood up, untwisting their legs. The small body shook below him, wondering what he had been doing to him.
Maybe he really could have…but not after he fucked up like this.
Dib thought he finally did it. He finally broke the genius in front of him, because when he called his "foreign friend" an alien again…
"He cannot be an alien, Son."
"Why? Because that would make me right for once?"
"Because if he were an alien I would have to dissect him and I'll be DAMNED if I cut open my only son's heart!" Dib was confused. He understood…but he must have been wrong. "Don't you see that?"
"…what the hell do you mean?" His powerful demeanor fell, leaving behind a boy in need.
"You talk about him constantly. You never sounded as happy as you do when you say his name. Just listen to it in your head, Son…" Zim.
My Zim.
"I know that feeling. You're frighteningly different - not in a bad way. There is a purpose to your steps. There is a reason to keep moving forward." H never turned around. "Before Zim…you woke up in the morning with such disappointment in the world. In yourself."
"……"
"You love Zim."
"…No…I want the world to know what he is…"
"You want to believe that." The white coat turned around, slowly - fearfully. "Don't deny those feelings…if I had I never would have made it."
Why is he saying all this? Why does he have to?
"Dad. I…" Silence, "I already screwed it up."
"Then fix it." Just a few long strides and father and son were close enough to touch. "Aliens are not real. Because I will not torture and maim the love of my little boy's life." He didn't need to remove those glasses, because Dib knew he was staring right into his soul. Imprinting his words as deep as he could.
He was denying the greatest find of Human history…for Dib. His heart pounded, his limbs quivered. The professor adored Zim, and was actually…happy - dare he say…proud - because of his disappointing paranormal-loving son.
A silence filled the space between them, only gentle vibes echoed off the pair as amber eyes looked up.
There it is. The professor mused.
"Dad? Don't let me mess this up."